Update: the arm that I tried to scratch off in my sleep has heeled to the 'long think scabby' point and in the webinar I was absentmindedly sort of scratching at them and next thing I knew I was bleeding all down my arm.
TMI, and gross? Why yes, yes it is.
I'm sure the the three Wigs O'Big who were in there were wondering what the heck happened to me. I wanted to tell them that on the weekends I rescue Polar Bears up in the Arctic.
Anyway, when my eyesight started to get bad it went quickly. I truly believe that you can exercise your eyes. My mom would tell me to turn on another light when I was reading and I would say "how do you know I'm not exercising my eyes, making them stronger?" She couldn't argue since the eye doctor would joke that I could read the writing around the doorknob when I got to the bottom of the chart.
But then things got blurry in my early 40s, and I started wearing reading glasses. And stronger reading glasses, and stronger. My friend says I'm running out of room on the magnification.
I'll have to break down and get real glasses someday.